Latin Hobbyist

Enjoy the Thrill of Latin America

Thomas O'Brien

I Can’t Remember Her Name

By

She did tell me her name when I met her at the Maracaibo ‘night club.’ It was a Friday night, maybe around 10 pm. The dancers were nothing special, as is often the case, so I decided to buy a drink for one of the chicas. It’s pretty cheap, not quite $3.50, (10 mil pesos) and usually the chica is fine with a little groping, sometimes a lot, depending on the chica.
[rau]
There were a few more than a dozen to choose from, and I picked one who looked appealing and seemed to be in a decent mood. I will always choose a 7 who seems to have a good attitude over an 8 who has a stone face. And that’s what I did with the chica whose name I no longer remember.

So she sat down and called the waiter over to order her a tiny shot of Bailey’s (or something similar). She pulled her chair over next to mine and put her hand on my leg. I put my arm around her shoulder. As we talked, I learned a little about where she lived, how long she had been at the Maracaibo (not long), her age (20) and how many children she had (1). As we talked, my left hand strayed to her left breast, and she seemed not to mind in the slightest.

By the time her drink was done, I had given her my phone # (I don’t like to carry my phone when I go out, having lost one out of negligence already) so it was up to her to send me a message with her number, which she did before I left. It was there when I got home, though it was just a number, no name attached.

At any rate, she sent me a message or two, and finally I decided to have her come visit me in my apartment. By this time I had definitely forgotten her name, but it didn’t matter. She found my place easily enough. She started off our session by putting on a little music from her phone and doing a strip dance. That progressed to sex, which was decent. We seemed to have different ‘rhythms’ that didn’t quite sync, and in addition, she wasn’t all that clean. She wasn’t gross, but I am guessing she didn’t shower before coming over.

She spent 2 hours with me for about $40, and she was pleasant enough company. I asked her if she was still working the Maracaibo and she said no, it wasn’t worth the time she spent there. The guys came in to look but seldom sprung for sex. She had a day job as a waitress, working 7 days a week. She tried the night git at the Maracaibo hoping to make some extra cash but she ended up just spending time she could have better spent catching up on sleep.

I don’t know if I will have her over again. She was economical and decent sex. I do know that IF I have her over again, I’ll suggest we take a shower together.

Sex, Travel & Latin American Women

By

In his book, “Sex, Travel & Latin American Women,” author Jason Bennet gives us his take on the mongering scene in Latin America, as experienced by gringos. As someone who has written extensively on the topic, I would say his experiences and perspective are in line with most of what I have seen and heard in my years living “the life.” No two individuals are the same, but taking that into account, his description of what one might expect in Latin America paints a reasonable picture.

[rau]

If you are like me, you will probably skim over the Latin American history section. Other readers unfamiliar with the region’s history may find it more interesting than I did. There is nothing wrong with the section, per se, but I suspect readers interested in the subject are probably already familiar with it. Still, it may be new and interesting to some, and it’s there, in any case.

The book is about standard length for this sort of thing, and the price is very reasonable. Inside you’ll read about gringos who have made the most of their interactions in Latin America, and some who haven’t fared so well. Jason gives us some object lessons of gringos who have stumbled into situations over their heads, and others who have avoided the many pitfalls that can ensnare the unwary.

If you haven’t already read a mountain of books on the subject, this book is a decent introduction. If you HAVE read a mountain of books on the subject, you may have an insatiable appetite for them, and at $2.99, this one is worth the price.

From Sinaloa, Mexico

By

[rau]

From San Javier in Sinaloa, Mexico, a bikini contest featuring some appealing girl-next-door types. If the wall gets built, I say we chip in and buy them ladders.